Post by Deleted on May 23, 2017 14:35:38 GMT -5
First there are parts that I remember and smile. Soft embraces but I don’t dwell on them as my gut tells me they are but an illusion of what could be. I brush the negative aside and think back to my friends. My stupid drunk friends. I have memories of one of them getting married but no one remembers to whom. It was a crazy weekend trip and one that I will not soon forget.
I stand there silently letting the water calm my nerves. Something has changed in the flow of energy around my life. I am not sure what but I could feel it earlier that something important was going to happen. I turn the water off and grab a towel. Drying myself off I look at myself in the mirror. I could see the bags under my eyes and feel the weariness in my bones. I have been pushing hard the last few weeks.
The travel is getting to me but I remind myself it’s all worth it. Another plane trip scheduled for Wednesday has me traveling across the country again. For now, I plan on getting a good day of rest. I need to check my portfolio as well I remind myself. Mobile apps can help keep me on point but I still need to spend some time researching a few companies. I can always find something else to keep me busy.
Wrapping a towel around my waist I walk out of the bathroom and stop short. The first thing I notice is that there is a red headed woman standing in what makes up my living room slash kitchen. That’s when recognition starts to settle in. Its Angela my ex who I haven’t seen in close to nine months. She turns and I can tell she has been crying. Old feelings leap to my throat but I hammer them down remembering that night about nine months ago.
“Angela two questions. What do you want, and how did you get in here?” I ask gritting my teeth. It’s hard to see her right now especially naked. The anger and embarrassment sits at a very high level.
“Jonathan,” she responds in a soft whisper. “I didn’t know where else to go, I had to get away. I still had a key I never gave back.”
I want to kick myself for never changing the locks but this was the furthest thing from ever happening as far as my mind was concerned. Angela showing back up here. “What happened?” I ask quickly.
“I don’t know what changed with Felicity. She was always so sweet. So loving. She seemed to get me like you did. I don’t know what I did wrong. “
The thought, “I can think of a few things” springs to my mind but I hold it back. I am angry she is here but I can tell she is hurting over something to do with her girlfriend. Of course it’s the girl she left me for, but love knows no bounds, as they say. “Tell me what happened.” I finally do say out loud.
She takes a step forward but I hold my hand up stopping her. “Oh Jonathan, you were right, it played out exactly like you said it would. I left and have nowhere to go. Felicity has control over everything I don’t even have access to my bank cards.” Angela begins sobbing. “I just have nowhere else to go.”
“Fine, look you can stay here for a few days. I’m going to get dressed. Then you’re going to take the bedroom and Ill take the couch.” I say making my way towards the bedroom. “I’m leaving in a day for work I would like you to have a few things figured out before I get back.”
Angela quietly nods before adding. “Thank you Jonathan.”
Journal entry 9 months ago
Angela was always a bit flighty prone to wild decisions. It is one of the things I loved about her. She would decide to go do some spontaneous thing it was such a change to my life and it made falling in love with her easy. So I did, hook line and sinker. She came clean tonight about Felicity, someone she works with. I knew Felicity and her were close friends, I now know how close they were, well are. I never liked Felicity, sure she was a looker, but she was always way to judgmental and aggressively controlling of everyone.
I warned Angela that it would end badly that she was making a mistake, that Felicity would bury her and not shed one tear. Unfortunately Felicity had already wormed her way into Angela’s head. I couldn’t get through to her. I am hurt and heartbroken but I do hope Angela wakes up to Felicity’s ways and gets out as she is headed towards some serious abuse if she is not careful.
Well That wraps up this shit filled day not sure when Ill get back to writing.
End Journal Entry
On Camera
I stand there quietly waiting for the producer and camera man to set up. They begin with idle chatter some congratulations on surviving last week. I nod waiting for the light to flicker to life so I can say what I need to say. The light flickers…
“Once again I walk the path towards a fight that many will see as above me. A triple threat match with Armitage and Andrews. Two very gifted wrestlers. I will get back to them but I wanted to address last match briefly.
I survived. I accomplished what I set out to accomplish. I should have won, but my lack of experience showed through. I’ve been working hard but I know there is a long row to hoe here in Union Battle. And I look forward to what’s to come. Kimitsu Zombie I took what you had and grew from it. I did not turn but have grown stronger. Next time things will be different.”
I pause taking a few steps pacing in front of the camera.
“Now focusing on my opponents this week. I’ll be honest I don’t know a whole lot about them. I do know that they will each provide a challenge separately. To have them both in the same ring at the same time will be a challenge equal if not greater to the one I faced last time. It will not be a walk in the park but instead will be a great test to see how far I’ve come.
I’ve got the Bearded one and well I don’t have a nickname for Chris Andrews so we will call him the Other guy. It’s like a buddy cop movie Its Beardo and the Other guy. I think the script writes itself. That by itself would be worth the price of admission but when you throw me into the mix it gets real, real fast. I know I still have a lot to prove here in Union Battleground and I plan on showing up this week and earning the victory.
I did a little reading earlier to see what the universe has to say about this, and I pulled the Chariot. The card that signals victory. A card that shows me that I will prove my worth this week and begin my journey and show my resilience and come back even stronger every time I get in the ring.
Predictions are a dime a dozen. I believe I will win but its going to be up to me to earn that victory. Until then I will keep getting back up each time I get knocked down."